Good teachers

It’d been a fun week of usual suspects before anything of note got brought up. I was finishing up some paintings, my classwork was fine. Daisy was staying away for the most part and Ash was keeping me on my toes. On thursday I was cleaning up with Mr. Leeman:

“Oh hey Mike, did you see this?” He asked passing me a flier. It was for a gallery showing over the winter holiday. It was at a local museum, Mr. Leeman takes a few students every year. Even with a few getting pieces submitted. I knew it was coming up but I didn’t think much of it. “So are you gonna submit anything?”

“I hadn’t thought about it, maybe. I don’t know what I’d submit.”

He didn’t even say anything, he just walked over to his file cabinet and pulled out my folder. It was full of pictures of my work, he had these for every student. But he pulled out three pictures with the flick of an eye.

“These three can easily get in.” passing me the folder “Which others do you think you’d want to submit?”

Looking back through my paintings I found a few I liked, but the ones Mr. Leeman picked out already were great. I only pulled one out to throw in additionally. It was the painting I did based on the lock on the desk in Lily’s room. I took a glance at Mr. Leeman’s face at that and it was the classic “I knew you’d pick that” smile.

We looked at them, exchanged a few words, and I started planning on how to get them here.